Comparison of William Shakespeare Romeo and Juliet 1.4 to William Shakespeare

Swifter than arrow from the Tartar’s bow. [continues next]

Flower of this purple dye, [continues next]

Nature’s above art in that respect. There’s your press-money. That fellow handles his bow like a crow-keeper; draw me a clothier’s yard. Look, look, a mouse! Peace, peace, this piece of toasted cheese will do’t. There’s my gauntlet, I’ll prove it on a giant. Bring up the brown bills. O, well flown, bird! I’ th’ clout, i’ th’ clout — hewgh! Give the word. [continues next]

[continues previous] Swifter than arrow from the Tartar’s bow.

[continues previous] Nature’s above art in that respect. There’s your press-money. That fellow handles his bow like a crow-keeper; draw me a clothier’s yard. Look, look, a mouse! Peace, peace, this piece of toasted cheese will do’t. There’s my gauntlet, I’ll prove it on a giant. Bring up the brown bills. O, well flown, bird! I’ th’ clout, i’ th’ clout — hewgh! Give the word.

I conjure thee to leave me and be gone. [continues next]

[continues previous] I conjure thee to leave me and be gone.

[continues previous] Give me the ring of mine you had at dinner,

Come, come, you have been too rough, something too rough; [continues next]

It is too rash, too unadvis’d, too sudden, [continues next]

Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be [continues next]

Thou art too wild, too rude, and bold of voice —

[continues previous] Come, come, you have been too rough, something too rough;

[continues previous] It is too rash, too unadvis’d, too sudden,

[continues previous] Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be

Therefore each one betake him to his rest; [continues next]

[continues previous] Tomorrow all for speeding do their best.

We burn daylight. Here, read, read; perceive how I might be knighted. I shall think the worse of fat men, as long as I have an eye to make difference of men’s liking: and yet he would not swear; prais’d women’s modesty; and gave such orderly and well-behav’d reproof to all uncomeliness, that ...

God’s secret judgment. I did dream tonight

We lack’d your counsel and your help tonight. [continues next]

So did I yours. Good your Grace, pardon me: [continues next]

One of Lord Timon’s men? A gift, I warrant. Why, this hits right; I dreamt of a silver basin and ew’r tonight. — Flaminius, honest Flaminius, you are very respectively welcome, sir. Fill me some wine.

[continues previous] So did I yours. Good your Grace, pardon me:

That had a court no bigger than this cave,

... twice on the banes, such a commodity of warm slaves, as had as lieve hear the devil as a drum, such as fear the report of a caliver worse than a struck fowl or a hurt wild duck. I press’d me none but such toasts-and-butter, with hearts in their bellies no bigger than pins’ heads, and they have bought out their services; and now my whole charge consists of ancients, corporals, lieutenants, gentlemen of companies — slaves as ragged as Lazarus in the painted cloth, where the glutton’s dogs lick’d his sores, and such as indeed were never soldiers, but discarded unjust servingmen, ...

Whose compass is no bigger than thy head,

Methinks he seems no bigger than his head.

Why strew’st thou sugar on that bottled spider

Whose deadly web ensnareth thee about?

Quench’d in the chaste beams of the wat’ry moon, [continues next]

[continues previous] Quench’d in the chaste beams of the wat’ry moon,

O’er lawyers’ fingers, who straight dream on fees; [continues next]

O’er ladies’ lips, who straight on kisses dream, [continues next]

[continues previous] O’er courtiers’ knees, that dream on cur’sies straight; [continues next]

[continues previous] O’er ladies’ lips, who straight on kisses dream, [continues next]

[continues previous] O’er courtiers’ knees, that dream on cur’sies straight;

[continues previous] O’er lawyers’ fingers, who straight dream on fees;

Sometime she driveth o’er a soldier’s neck, [continues next]

[continues previous] Sometime she driveth o’er a soldier’s neck,

[continues previous] And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats,

Sometime she gallops o’er a courtier’s nose, [continues next]

And then dreams he of smelling out a suit; [continues next]

[continues previous] And then dreams he of smelling out a suit;

Anon he starts at stirring of a feather; [continues next]

[continues previous] Anon he starts at stirring of a feather;

Sicinius! — Brutus! — Coriolanus! — Citizens! —

Peace, peace, peace! — Stay, hold, peace!

Come, come, Antipholus, we dine too late.

One day too late, I fear me, noble lord, [continues next]

Me to proclaim the truth, and I am come, [continues next]

I dread, too late. [continues next]

Too late, good Diomed. Call my guard, I prithee. [continues next]

Before-time seen him thus. Come I too late? [continues next]

From every meaner man. Come I too late? [continues next]

Take your own time. Come, boys. My mind misgives me

[continues previous] One day too late, I fear me, noble lord,

[continues previous] I dread, too late.

[continues previous] Too late, good Diomed. Call my guard, I prithee.

[continues previous] Before-time seen him thus. Come I too late?

[continues previous] From every meaner man. Come I too late?

Fetch me the handkerchief, my mind misgives.

Have heard the cause of my untimely death, [continues next]

[continues previous] That he may vow, in that sad hour of mine,